In the south of Zhongzhou, the ancestral land of the Zhu family.

A slightly thin slender figure appeared abruptly, with a hood on his head, pressed very low, and his face could not be seen, wearing a black robe and hood, with long sleeves and wide sleeves, and the skin on his body was shrouded in shadows.

Such a mysterious person exudes a terrifying aura that makes people chill.

Because the incident of the Chen family a few days ago was too shocking, the major families almost determined one point, and organized their own defenses, when this black-robed man appeared in sight, the secret whistle of the Zhu family moved together, but after a few breaths, the elders of the Zhu family broke through the pass and stood in the ancestral land.

Ancestral land is inviolable!

Like the Chen family was killed into the ancestral land, it was a great shame, and they would never let the man in black in front of them succeed.

The red flames surging on the head of the Zhu family, a pair of eyes stared at the black-robed man, and the voice squeezed out from the extremely tight teeth, "Ye Ling, do you think that we won't recognize you if we hide our heads and tails?"

"Ye Ling...," the man in black whispered, his voice slight, and the shadows had already drifted away before he left his hood.

"Let people go and ask the ancestors to come out of the customs. The head of the Zhu family turned around and commanded, turned his head and shouted, "Clan elders, please stop this son!"

The elders of the several clans are like great enemies, and they don't dare to say easily whether they can successfully stop him, whether they can drag the ancestor out of the customs, and they have no confidence.

Everything is a sight to behold, and it's terrifying.

The man stood there, looking at it from a distance, the end of the world seemed to be just him, he didn't move, and he didn't release any mana, but everyone in the ancestral land of the Zhu family was drenched in cold sweat, they saw a picture of the end of the world, there seemed to be a black demon floating on the black robe, the evil ghost was extremely hideous, and under the evil ghost was a person who was more terrifying than a ghost.

The hands of the clan elders were trembling, they were afraid, they were afraid of death.

Finally, someone couldn't bear this pressure and took the lead, they were afraid that they would be scared to death if they didn't do it.

And the black-robed man was just standing there so far.

The five clan elders, the five saints couldn't bear this kind of pressure, the face of the head of the Zhu family turned pale, and the eyes of the black-robed man became frightened, only the saints could make the saints afraid, it seemed that the kid of the emperor clan had really broken through.

The black-robed man raised his hand and flicked his sleeves, without the roundness of the Great Dao rotation, without the power of endless laws, he gently took the fist of the Zhu family elder, pressed it to the ground as soon as he turned his hand, and then punched the clan elder at the root of the mountain, everything was so natural, naturally to the Zhu family head sweated like rain.

Far beyond the saints...... Is it?

Take the move, punch out.

After a few rounds of repeating this, no clan elder was able to get up.

Fear, at this moment, fear is already a substantial emotion, lingering in everyone's heart, hovering over the ancestral land of the Zhu family.

"Why hasn't the ancestor been out of the customs yet?" The head of the Zhu family turned around and shouted, this person instantly broke their defense line, and if the ancestor does not come out of the customs again, the Zhu family will be full of corpses today.

"Ye Ling!" "The head of the Zhu family still wants to do some struggles, to delay time so that the ancestor can rush to the battlefield, "Do you really want to force us to the point where the fish die and the net is broken!"

The black-robed man's movements were not affected by this sentence at all, or rather, this sentence could not shake his mind at all.

"Ye Ling!"

"Stop the yelling!" another shout, almost from the sky, in an angry and depressed tone.

The sudden appearance of the third party made everyone present look sideways, and the black-robed man also stopped and looked north.

"Walk you!"

There was a roar from the north, and a pitch-black object was thrown at it.

A pitch-black spear was nailed between the Zhu family and the black-robed man, blocking the two sides.

In another moment, Ye Ling was dressed in white, holding a spear in one hand and facing away from the Zhu family, his long purple hair was tied behind his head with red silk, and he was flying in the wind.

"Are you Ye Ling?" The head of the Zhu family was stunned, and then looked at the black-robed man, "Then he is..."

Ye Ling looked at the black-robed man, he also hurried to the Zhu family after receiving the information, he didn't have a clue about the identity of this person, the only thing that could be determined was that this person was a saint, and this meeting, he had another discovery. "Friend, let's talk about it!"

"What do you mean?" the black-robed man moved slightly, but he didn't understand Ye Ling's words, and asked out loud.

Ye Ling narrowed his eyes, as if he had discovered something again, "Who are you?"

The black-robed man looked at him, "We are not enemies. ”

"Less nonsense. Ye Ling said, "Who are you, where do you live, how many people are in the family, how many cows are in the field, talk about it." ”

Ye Ling said too quickly, the black-robed man was confused, although he looked at him with interest, but confusion flashed in his eyes from time to time, "I'm Pei Zhong." After saying his name, Pei Zhong hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "That, just in case, you are the descendant of the Night Emperor, right?"

"yes, what's wrong?" Ye Ling replied with a tilt of his head, pretending to be careless and turning his head to look at the head of the Zhu family.

The head of the Zhu family shook his head at him.

Although the Tao is different, the two people showed an extraordinary tacit understanding at this time. They didn't know this person.

"Alien?" Ye Ling said suspiciously, suddenly feeling that these two words were wrong, and added, "You are an ancient clan?"

"I am a Terran. The black-robed man said lightly, his tone unquestionable.

This is strange, Ye Ling scratched his head, when did the human race have such a bullish master, a person dares to pick the Seven Holy Clans, and he also has a mysterious doppelganger spell, the human race does not have this kind of exercise, and the only one who can kill three corpses can detonate his own doppelganger at will.

Who the hell is this guy?

"It doesn't matter who you are. Ye Ling took a step forward, pulled out the spear, and flicked the tip of the spear, and the pitch-black spear shook out beautiful spear flowers in the air, "Just hit it." ”

"You're no match for me. ”

Ye Ling narrowed his eyes, anger looming.

"You're not even a saint, you can't beat me. ”

The corners of Ye Ling's mouth twitched, when did he suffer this kind of grievance, and he said that he was not an opponent before he fought, you asked him to ask the few saints lying on the ground, who dared to despise himself because he was not a saint, "Is it your opponent, you will only know if you fight." ”

Ye Ling shook his hand, and the spear turned into a bolt of lightning and stabbed straight at Pei Zhong, roaring with thunder.

The head of the Zhu family looked at the pitch-black thunder and lightning, his face changed and changed, ten years ago, Ye Ling was able to resist the saint, and even had a record of defeating the saint, this most troublesome imperial clan has disappeared for so many years, and his strength has improved a lot, do I Zhu clan really want to bow down to the imperial clan?

Pei Zhong looked at the spear, he couldn't see his expression under the pitch-black hood, only to see him raise his hand slightly and press it lightly on the spear, not as he expected, the spear was not held down by him, but still moved forward against his palm. Pei Zhong retracted his hand into his sleeve robe, no one knew what happened to the spear and his hand in the sleeve robe, and finally the spear stuck to the ground.

"Sanctification is transcendence from the mundane. Pei Zhong said lightly, "Saint is another level, and there is an insurmountable barrier between the saint and mortal. ”

"However, there are always those people who can cross over. Pei Zhong took off his hood, and what was hidden under the hood was a very delicate face, unlike Ye Ling, his temperament was more arrogant, without expression, he raised his head and looked directly at Ye Ling, "You, this kind of person, should you be worthy of the imperial family." ”

"I'm still clumsy and can't see your depth. Perhaps you have been sanctified. ”

The heart of the head of the Zhu family, which had already sunk, slowly rose again, Ye Ling sanctified and Ye Ling is not a saint These are two concepts, if so, if he is really holy, then their seven surnamed saint clans will not be so desperate, but they are afraid, they are afraid that he is really not ......

Ye Ling looked at Pei Zhong, a mysterious person who claimed to be a human race, he didn't believe that the human race would have such a person with combat power, the human race's exercises were almost monopolized by them, and all saints would leave their names on the records of the imperial race, he couldn't see this person's exercises, the traces of the holy path were obvious, but the mysterious doppelganger technique made Ye Ling extra cautious.

"Now we're on the same page. Ye Ling pointed to the ground, took a step forward, and looked at Pei Zhong.

"You're just qualified to challenge the Holy Path. Pei Zhong said lightly, "The real holy power is not something that a mortal like you can understand!"

Ye Ling squinted at him, to be honest, it was the first time he had really faced the True Saint.

After passing through the holy tribulation and entering the holy path, one can be called holy, but after becoming holy, one cannot be called a true saint without passing the first eons of the nine tribulations and nine tribulations of the holy path.

There is a chasm between the holy and the true holy that is even more exaggerated than the divine realm and the holy path.

The great power of heaven and earth is the foundation of the holy path, and the saint who has just entered the holy path only gets the holy position but not the recognition of the heavenly way, and this kind of saint is just a cultivator who has the understanding of the holy way.

Retrograde slaughter, most of them are this kind of pseudo-saints.

"St. Ye Ling looked at Pei Zhong, "How much Saint Dao power do you think you can exert, thirty percent or forty percent?"

"It's enough to beat you. Pei Zhong said, "It's a pity that there is a gap between you and me, otherwise it would be more interesting to fight at the same level." ”

Ye Ling's face remained unchanged, but the chill in his eyes grew, "Then please advise, see how much difference I am from a true saint like you!"

Pei Zhong smiled faintly, his slender and white hands reached out of the wide sleeved robe, his fingers were wrapped with golden silk, and then with a horizontal arm, his hands and even the wrists that could be seen had become golden.

Ye Ling clapped his palms, purple qi gushed out from his body, and his hands were covered with purple gold runes, and the purple qi dissipated, and the runes on his hands also disappeared.

Pei Zhong looked at the purple gold runes that appeared and disappeared in Ye Ling's hand, and was slightly stunned.

"Punch!"

Ye Ling shouted, he couldn't tell the identity of the person in front of him, just because this person blurted out that he was not an enemy when he met, it made Ye Ling even more suspicious, he was the real Holy Dao, if it wasn't for the doppelganger, Ye Ling really didn't want to fight with him, now that the conditions are similar, Ye Ling will not let go of such an opportunity to communicate with the Holy Dao.

Pei Zhong crossed his arms to block Ye Ling's punch, and also took this opportunity Pei Zhong saw Ye Ling's fist fingers clearly, white as jade, no runes, no different colors, his mind was focused on Ye Ling's palm fingers, completely ignoring Ye Ling's strength, until Ye Ling's next cheer made him come back to his senses.

"Collapse Mountain!"

The strength is like a tide, and wave after wave is beaten, called Collapse Mountain!

The golden arms were covered with a layer of red gold, he didn't block Ye Ling's blow to collapse the mountain, he was shocked and flew out, his hands trembled a few times, Pei Zhong's face became stunned, "Are you sanctified in the flesh?"

Ye Ling shook his head, "I'm not a saint, and I have no intention of becoming holy in the flesh. ”

Pei Zhong was silent, looked at the opponent in front of him and suddenly smiled, "Ye Ling, right, I lost today, but I still want to fight you to the end." ”

Ye Ling was stunned, and then admitted defeat, "It's okay to fight, you tell me first, why did you attack the Seven Holy Clan?"

"To force you out. Pei Zhong Zhengse said.

"For ......"

"Don't ask, you know, you'll know sooner or later. Pei Zhong interrupted, "Now, can you start?"

"Last question, how much of the holy power of your body can exert your body?"

“...... Up to sixty and a half. ”